The Day He Kissed Her (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 3)

He nipped at the valley between her breasts and then, eyes locked to hers, slowly reached across her chest and opened the truck door. His knuckles brushed over her nipples as he did so, and she inhaled sharply, her eyes widening, her lips parting.

“Get out,” he said.

She licked her lips and exhaled. “What if I don’t want to? What if I want to do it—”

“It?” he interrupted. He couldn’t help himself and swooped in for a tug at her lips. He breathed against her. “Do you mean sex?”

Lily squirmed against him and nodded. Her hands were on his shoulders, and she pulled herself toward him. “Yes. Right here. Right now.”

“I’m not going to screw you in a truck, Boston.” He paused. “Not tonight anyway.”

Her eyes darkened as she swiped that hot tongue over her lips.

Mac groaned and leaned away from her, because he knew that if he didn’t get his ass out of this truck, he was going to lose his shit completely.

“Out,” he growled like an animal.

He didn’t give her a chance to refuse or to beg or to put her mouth on him again—because he knew he’d cave. He’d collapse like a goddamn row of dominoes. Mackenzie rolled back toward his own door and slid out of the truck, a little weak in the knees, but considering what was going on between his legs, it was no surprise. He had a monster hard-on.

No shit. He glanced down. Godzilla was in his pants.

He adjusted himself and rounded the vehicle, catching Lily as she stumbled out of the truck, her long dress caught around her ankles. He scooped her into his arms and headed toward the beach, picking his way down the path with care. When he got there, he took a right and strode toward the dock.

Carefully, he let Lily slide down his body, though the little minx wiggled suggestively against his erection. He dropped a quick kiss onto her mouth and whispered, “Hold on.”

The boathouse was fairly new, and when Cain had stayed there a few summers back, he’d had the entire place wired for sound. Mac slipped inside the building and flipped on the lights, which he knew would give them a bit of illumination along the dock and water. Next he turned on the st

ereo system, chose the CD and song that he wanted, and, after tossing his necktie, joined Lily back on the dock.

She was barefoot and looked insanely hot with her pink toes peeking out from beneath the hem of that dress.

That dress that was coming off shortly, but first…

The gentle strains of an old Chris Isaak song fell over the night, a steel guitar that was all smoke and sex. It was hot summer nights, bittersweet longing, and sensual desire.

“World was on fire and no one could save me but you.”

Mac held his hand out, palm facing upward, and waited.

Lily took a hesitant step, and he knew that she was a little confused.

“I want a dance,” he said. “A woman who looks like you on a night like tonight should have at least one dance, don’t you think?”

Lily walked toward him and didn’t stop until she was pressed up against his chest. With no shoes, she tucked under his chin, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He couldn’t help himself and slid his hand down her back as they slowly began to move. He wanted to cup her butt—to hold her tight to his erection—but he didn’t. He splayed his fingers across the small of her back and, with his free hand, grabbed her other hand.

They moved slowly to the sounds of “Wicked Game,” a song that was sex and candy and seduction—perfect really. If Mackenzie was paying attention, he would have heard the sad lament of a broken heart. He’d have heard the warning.

But Mac wasn’t paying attention to anything other than how amazing the woman in his arms felt.

He breathed in her scent, a heady combination of summer—something exotic—and if it was possible for him to harden even more, he did.

There were no words as the two of them slowly moved along the dock, Mac leading as Lily melted into him, her steps following him as if they’d danced together before.

When the song ended, he stilled, his hands moving up until he cupped her chin and tipped her face toward him. Her long lashes threw spiky shadows across her cheeks, and that mouth was open, ready for him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered before lowering his head and claiming her lips in a soft, tease of a kiss. He brushed his mouth across hers once, twice, and then licked the corners before opening up and tasting what she offered so freely.

He kissed her in a slow, sensual way, and when he dragged his mouth from hers, she moaned, nearly sending him over the edge.